Adultery Broken trust and suppressed lust

[siva05]

Insecurity growing day by day to sohail. Ha ha
Nice plot.

[a2011]

Keep going...great story

[Somnaath]

nice story 

[Sammu69]

Excellent start, make her fall in love with Vishal.

[Zoz34]

Afrah's POV
 
Inner conflict 



The office was abuzz with the usual hum of activity, but Afrah couldn't shake the tension that seemed to crackle in the air whenever Vishal was around. She noticed how his eyes roamed over her, lingering longer than necessary on her curves, the subtle way he allowed his gaze to slide down her figure. Each time their eyes met, there was a charged silence, a silent conversation that spoke volumes. 

Afrah had always been the kind of woman who dressed modestly. Growing up, her family had emphasized respectability and modesty, and she had never dared to step outside those boundaries. The idea of wearing something daring, something that clung to her curves in all the right places, had always intrigued her, but it had remained just that—a passing curiosity. Until now.

The memory of the dress she had seen on the woman at the bar kept coming back to her—the way it hugged her hips, dipped low in the front, showing just enough to make it tantalizing. The sheer confidence with which the woman moved, knowing eyes were on her, made Afrah feel both envious and aroused. The thought of wearing something like that had always seemed impossible—her family would never approve, and she had always been careful to stay within their expectations. But now, ever since Vishal had mentioned it, the idea was no longer just a fleeting thought.

She couldn't stop herself from thinking about it during the day, especially when she was around Vishal. His lingering gaze on her body, the way his eyes trailed over her curves when he thought she wasn’t looking, sent a strange thrill through her. She tried to tell herself it was wrong, that she shouldn’t enjoy his attention, but deep down, it was impossible to deny how much she liked it.

Sitting at her desk, her mind wandered to what Vishal had said. "With a body like yours, you’d be absolutely irresistible in that kind of dress," he had told her at the bar, his voice low and thick with suggestion. The way his eyes had darkened, as if he was imagining her in that very moment, had ignited something inside her that she hadn’t felt in years—if ever. 

In her imagination, she pictured herself in that tight, slinky dress, the fabric clinging to her body like a second skin. [img]<a href=[/img]" />She imagined the way Vishal would look at her, his gaze burning with lust, his hands itching to touch her. The thought of him seeing her in that dress, his eyes following every curve, sent shivers down her spine. What would he do if she walked into the office wearing something so scandalous? Would he be able to control himself, or would he pull her into a private corner, his hands roaming over her body?

Afrah's cheeks flushed at the thought. [img]<a href=[/img][img]<a href=[/img]" />" />She quickly glanced around the office, making sure no one had noticed the heat rising to her face. She couldn’t help it—Vishal’s attention was addictive, and the more she tried to suppress it, the more she found herself wanting it. At night, they had started texting regularly, the conversations playful and flirtatious. She knew she shouldn’t be indulging in it, but she couldn't stop. Vishal’s words, his attention, had a way of making her feel alive in a way that nothing else had in years.

She bit her lip, trying to shake off the thoughts, but they lingered like a tantalizing secret. The sexy dress still intrigued her, maybe more now than ever before. What would it feel like to let go, to step into that world of temptation, to finally see herself as Vishal clearly saw her? The idea terrified her as much as it thrilled her, but every time she thought of Vishal's gaze and how he spoke to her, she couldn’t deny the temptation was growing harder to resist.




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Afrah's gaze drifted over to Vishal, her heart skipping a beat. She watched him from a distance, trying to be nonchalant, but her eyes betrayed her. His muscular frame, the way his shirt clung to his broad shoulders and tapered down to his waist, had her imagination running wild. She found herself wondering what it would be like to feel those strong hands on her body. His fingers, so capable and commanding, could probably make her shiver with just a touch.

Every movement he made, every flex of his arm, seemed calculated to draw attention. Afrah’s eyes were drawn to the way his muscles shifted beneath his fitted shirt, and she couldn’t help but fantasize about running her hands over his chest, feeling the hard contours of his physique. She imagined his hands gripping her waist, pulling her closer, as his lips traced a scorching path from her neck to her mouth.

She shifted uncomfortably as a pang of jealousy gnawed at her. It wasn’t just that Vishal was irresistibly attractive; it was also the way other women responded to him. She watched as he exchanged smiles and flirtatious glances with several of them, their eyes lingering on him with undeniable interest. The sight made her insides clench. Why did they get to flirt with him so freely while she struggled to keep her own desire in check?

Afrah’s mind was a maelstrom of conflicted emotions. Part of her wanted to be the center of his attention, to be the one he focused on with that intense, smoldering look. She imagined herself in the sexy dress Vishal had suggested, her body wrapped provocatively in the fabric, accentuating every curve. How would he react if he saw her in that? Would his gaze burn with even more intensity? Would he finally act on the desire she could feel pulsing between them?

The jealousy and arousal intertwined, making it impossible for her to ignore the pull of her fantasies. Vishal’s presence, his allure, was making her restless. Every glance, every touch he had with others only fueled her curiosity and longing. She couldn’t help but daydream about what it would be like to be the one who finally breaks through his composed exterior, to experience the raw, unfiltered passion that she was so clearly craving.

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In the dim light of her bedroom, Afrah stares at her phone, her breath catching as she takes in Vishal’s shirtless picture. His body is a masterpiece of defined muscles and chiseled perfection. His broad shoulders are sculpted with a tight, powerful frame, leading down to a set of sculpted abs that are clearly defined, with each muscle appearing as if it were carved from marble. His chest is expansive, with a deep, carved V-shape leading to a narrow waist. The ridges of his abdominal muscles are prominent, tapering into a trail of hair that disappears into his waistband. His arms are thick and muscular, with veins subtly pulsing under the skin, indicating strength and power. The contrast of his tanned skin against the stark lighting makes every contour more pronounced, showcasing a physique that is both impressive and intimidating. The image of him, confidently posed, leaves Afrah feeling a mix of awe and desire, her fingers tracing the curves of his body on the screen as her imagination runs wild.A she was chatting with her fiance Sohel.
looking at Vishal pic.

Vishal name came on her notification.


As Afrah read Vishal's message, she felt a rush of excitement. Vishal's text was both alluring and confident, igniting a spark that she couldn’t ignore.

Vishal's Message:"I keep thinking about how incredible you looked today. I wish I could show you exactly how much you’ve been on my mind. Maybe if you were here, I could make you feel how I’ve been wanting you."

Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed a quick response to Sohail, trying to sound casual despite the distraction.

Afrah’s Response to Sohail:"Hey, sorry, I have a lot of work tomorrow. I need to get some rest. Talk to you soon!"

She hit send and turned her full attention to Vishal. Her heartbeat quickened as she imagined his words, each message filled with tantalizing promise.

Vishal's Next Message: "Imagine me showing you just how much I've been thinking about you. I’d start by tracing my fingers slowly over every inch of you, exploring how your body responds. I bet you’d love the way my hands make you feel."

Afrah’s breath caught in her throat as she read the message, her mind racing with vivid images. Vishal's words stirred a potent mixture of desire and anticipation, making it hard for her to focus on anything else.


Vishal:So, what are you up to right now? I hope you’re relaxing and enjoying yourself.*

Afrah:Just winding down a bit. It’s been a long day.
Vishal: *Sounds nice. I’ve been thinking about what you’re wearing. Must be something comfy after a long day.*

Afrah:Oh, just some pajamas. Nothing special.

Vishal:Pajamas, huh? I bet you look adorable. But I can't help but imagine how much more enticing you'd look in that daring dress we talked about. I’m curious—what do you usually wear to bed?

Afrah:That’s a bit forward, don’t you think?

Vishal:Maybe. But I can’t help it. I like to picture you in different scenarios. It’s all part of the fun, isn’t it?

Afrah:You really have a way with words. It’s a bit naughty, but I have to admit, it’s kind of exciting.

Vishal:That’s exactly the reaction I was hoping for. So, tell me, what’s under those pajamas?

Afrah:I... um... I’m not sure I should say.

VishalCome on, don’t be shy. I promise I won’t judge. It’s all just playful curiosity.*

Afrah:You’re really pushing me here.

Vishal:Just a little. I’d love to know more about you. And who knows, maybe it’ll make our conversations even more interesting.

**Afrah:** *Well, you certainly know how to keep things intriguing.*

**Vishal:** *Glad to hear that. How about a little compromise? Send me a picture, and I’ll send you one back. Fair deal?*

Afrah:that's inappropriate mr Vishal 



*Afrah hesitates for a moment but feels a surge of naughtiness. She takes a quick, playful photo of herself in her pajamas, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension as she sends it.*
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Afrah's picture captured her in a state of relaxed allure, her pajamas clinging softly to her curves. The fabric was slightly loose yet teasingly revealing, hinting at the graceful lines of her body. The soft, intimate lighting highlighted the gentle curve of her shoulders and the subtle swell of her bust, making her look both inviting and mysterious. Her expression was a blend of playful and sultry, her gaze direct and filled with a tantalizing hint of mischief.

Here’s how Vishal might respond with a mix of flirty and double-meaning comments:

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Vishal: *"Wow, Afrah, that picture is something else. You’ve got a way of making even the simplest outfit look absolutely irresistible. I can’t help but imagine how that outfit would look even more stunning in a more... revealing setting. Your curves are really making it hard to focus on anything else tonight. ? The way you’ve captured that glance and the way the fabric just hints at what’s underneath... it’s all so provocative. I’d love to see you in something even more... daring. Care to give me a sneak peek of that imagination of yours?"*

---



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Afrah: *"Oh, Vishal, you really know how to make a girl blush. ? I have to admit, your comments are making me feel a bit naughty, but I like keeping a little mystery, don’t you? Besides, I’m sure you’re just as good at imagining things as I am. ? So ,you’ll just have to use your imagination.

:

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Vishal: *"Afrah, that picture was a game-changer. It got me thinking about just how much I want to see you in person, feeling that same heat. The way you tease me like this—it’s driving me wild. You have no idea what you’ve started. That pic? It’s got me imagining all the ways you’d look even more irresistible up close. Just thinking about it gets me... well, let’s just say it’s hard to concentrate on anything else. You’ve definitely got me hooked."*

---



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Afrah: *"I’m not teasing you, Vishal. I just sent the pic because you kept insisting. All those wild thoughts you have—well, they’re yours alone. If you’re feeling a certain way, that’s all on you. Just remember, persistence has its price."*






**Vishal:** *"So that’s what a picture like that does to me—keeps me thinking of you in ways I shouldn’t. But if being persistent gets me these kinds of reactions, then maybe I should just keep at it. After all, your curves are driving me wild, and I can't help but imagine how they’d feel in person."*

**Afrah:** *"Maybe, maybe not. I’m not giving away any more than I have to. Keep imagining if you like; your persistence might just pay off in the future. But until then, your fantasies are your own little secret. ?"*

**Vishal:** *"Oh, you’re playing hard to get, huh? I like the challenge. Just know, every bit of teasing you throw my way only makes me want you more. Maybe one day, I’ll make those fantasies a reality."*

**Afrah:** *"Well, we’ll see. Until then, keep dreaming and imagining. It’s all part of the fun. ?"*



---

As she lay in bed, Afrah couldn’t help but replay the flirtatious exchange she had with Vishal earlier. She smirked at her own boldness, thinking about how daring she’d been. *Isn’t it something? I’m so teasing and confident in our chats, yet when I’m face-to-face with him, I’m cautious and reserved.* She justified her actions, reminding herself that it was “just chatting” and didn’t necessarily reflect her real-life behavior. She knew her engagement made things complicated, and she had to maintain a balance.

*In person, I’m careful, keeping things professional. I don’t want to jeopardize my relationship or my career.* She mentally scolded herself for allowing her online persona to flirt so freely while knowing she needed to be more restrained in real life. She liked Vishal's attention and the playful banter, but she had to remind herself that her engagement was a commitment she couldn’t ignore. The contrast between her digital flirtation and her in-person demeanor highlighted her inner conflict and desire for control over her feelings.



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[Uma aananthi]

Make her loose her beauty due to continous fucking... It is a compliment for a male's manhood if he can make a girl transform fat like pig...and make ppl say once she was Angel now looks very rat ugly and worthless... Do sonething like tat...

[Vasanthan]

Amazing update

[Zoz34]

Sohail’s POV:**

Sohail’s insecurity had been growing steadily. The whispers from his friends, who harbored disdain for women working closely with men, only fueled his unease. Their comments about the potential for infidelity and their disapproval of her job had begun to gnaw at him. One evening, after yet another tense conversation with his friends, Sohail decided to surprise Afrah at the office. He wanted to show her his commitment and perhaps even clear the air between them.

As he approached the office, he noticed Afrah exiting her boss’s cabin. Her cheeks were flushed, and she seemed unusually flustered, though she didn’t see him. Sohail’s eyes narrowed as he observed a tall, handsome, and muscular man emerging from the same cabin. The man moved toward Afrah with a casual confidence, and Sohail noticed how she responded—her body language spoke volumes.

Afrah’s nervous laughter and the way she tried to maintain her composure made Sohail’s heart race. The man’s presence and their interaction seemed too familiar, sparking a flare of jealousy. Sohail couldn’t hear their conversation, but the sight alone was enough to set off alarm bells in his mind.

Unable to contain his curiosity and mounting frustration, Sohail approached Afrah. She was momentarily startled upon seeing him but quickly masked her surprise with a practiced smile. Sohail took a deep breath, trying to steady his growing agitation.

“Hey, Afrah,” he said with forced casualness, “I didn’t expect to find you here. I was hoping we could have dinner tonight. I wanted to surprise you.”

Afrah introduced him to her boss, Vishal, with a brief but polite nod. Sohail did his best to appear nonchalant, masking the turmoil brewing inside. “Nice to meet you, Vishal. I hope you don’t mind if I borrow Afrah for the evening.”

Vishal gave a courteous smile, and with a hint of something unreadable in his eyes, he nodded. “Of course, Sohail. Enjoy your evening.”

Sohail and Afrah left the office together, but as they walked to the car, Sohail’s mind was racing. The image of Vishal’s confident demeanor and Afrah’s flushed cheeks lingered, stirring doubts and insecurities he was desperate to quell.



Scene: Coffee Shop

Sohail and Afrah settle into a cozy booth at their favorite coffee shop. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, and the ambient buzz of chatter provides a pleasant backdrop. Sohail is trying to be casual, but his mind is still preoccupied with the earlier encounter at the office.

As they sip their drinks, Sohail casually mentions Vishal. “You know, Afrah, I saw a picture of you and Vishal on Instagram. He seems like quite the character. How long have you been working with him?”

Afrah’s demeanor shifts noticeably. She tenses slightly, her eyes narrowing. “Oh, Vishal? He’s just my boss. I’ve been working with him for a while now. Why do you ask?”

Sohail, noticing her defensiveness, tries to probe further. “I just thought it was interesting. You know, seeing how close you and he seem. Does he treat his employees well?”

Afrah’s posture becomes more rigid. She meets his gaze with a mix of annoyance and firmness. “Vishal is a professional, and I don’t appreciate you bringing him up in this way. Our work relationship is strictly that—professional. I don’t see why you’re so concerned.”
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Sohail tries to smooth things over, feeling a pang of regret for pushing the issue. “I’m sorry if I came off as intrusive. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I was just curious.”

Afrah’s expression softens slightly, though she maintains a controlled composure. “It’s fine, Sohail. Just remember, some topics are better left undiscussed. Let’s not make this a bigger issue than it needs to be.”

Sohail nods, acknowledging her point. “Understood. I didn’t mean to press. I’ll drop it.”

The conversation moves on to lighter topics, but the earlier tension lingers in Sohail’s mind. He can’t help but feel a twinge of discomfort from Afrah’s reaction and the way she handled the situation. Despite the attempt to smooth things over, he remains troubled by the undercurrents of their discussion and the implications of her interactions with Vishal.



_______

Alone in his room, the darkness and silence only amplify Sohail’s thoughts. He can't shake the events of the day—the way Afrah was defensive, her hesitation when she introduced Vishal, and that damn blush on her face when she talked to him. Lying on his bed, Sohail stares at the ceiling, mind spiraling. 

*"Am I imagining things? Is there something between them?"* His head fills with conflicting emotions, but the unease refuses to settle. And then, as if on cue, his memory drifts to a conversation he had with his friends a few days ago. Ali and Javed had always been the loudest voices, especially when it came to women in the workplace. They were his boys, but lately, their words seemed to haunt him more than comfort him.

---

**Conversations with Ali and Javed:**

It was just a few days ago, they were sitting in their usual spot at a roadside café, the scent of chai mixed with the smoke from Ali’s cigarette. Sohail had brought up Afrah casually, mentioning how busy she’d been with work. That’s all it took.

Ali leaned back in his chair, exhaling a cloud of smoke, and shot him a knowing look. "Bro, women who work with men are always at risk of getting too close to their male colleagues. Trust me, I’ve seen it happen."

Sohail raised an eyebrow, half-smiling as if to brush it off, but Ali wasn’t done. He flicked the ash off his cigarette and continued. "Look, it’s not always their fault. It’s the environment. Men, we know how to play the game. Women might not mean to stray, but when you're surrounded by guys all day… it's only a matter of time before something happens."

Sohail had felt uneasy, but then Javed chimed in with a story. "You know, my cousin? His wife works in an office. She was quiet, always seemed so loyal. But guess what? She had a guy at work she was seeing behind his back for months." 

Javed leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "She even went on a business trip with him. My cousin found out from her messages. She was saying stuff like ‘I can’t wait to be alone with you.’ Can you imagine?" Javed laughed bitterly. "My cousin trusted her, man. And now? Divorce."

Sohail felt a knot tighten in his stomach. Javed’s story felt too real, too close to home. He had shaken his head, trying to laugh it off at the time. "Afrah's not like that."

But Javed just shrugged. "That's what my cousin thought, too."

Then Ali chimed back in, adding fuel to the fire. "Oh, and you remember that woman from our neighborhood? Her husband works in the Gulf, right? She used to bring her boyfriend to the house while he was away. A guy from her past. And guess what? Even her in-laws didn’t know for the longest time. She was sneaking him in like it was nothing." Ali chuckled darkly, taking another drag. "It’s always the ones you least expect."

The vivid details Ali shared had left Sohail feeling more unsettled. He had thought about that conversation for days now. The image of that woman, sneaking her boyfriend into her husband's house, sent chills down his spine.

---

Now, back in his room, those stories play over and over again in Sohail’s mind. He tries to push them away, telling himself that Afrah is different. But every glance, every hesitation from her, every interaction with Vishal—all of it seems to fit into the narrative his friends painted.

*"What if they're right? What if Afrah is getting too close to Vishal? She was blushing today... and they seem too comfortable with each other. I need to trust her... but can I really ignore the signs?"*

The paranoia was growing, eating away at his mind. He couldn’t confront her—what if he was wrong? But what if he was right? He needed proof. He needed to know. And the worst part? His friends' voices echoed in his head, making it harder and harder to trust the woman he once felt so secure with. 

Sohail sat up in bed, staring at his phone. He opened Afrah’s Instagram profile again. Scrolled through her followers. Looked for Vishal. Then remembered her defensiveness when he brought him up. A chill ran down his spine.

*"I have to find out. I can't just sit here and hope."*



### **Sohail’s POV:**

Sohail sat in his room, the dim light from his phone illuminating his face. He read through the latest texts from Afrah, trying to decipher every word. His mind buzzed with the lingering echoes of his friends' voices, especially after their last conversation.

Ali’s warning felt like a constant presence in the back of his mind: *"Women who work with men... they’re always at risk. The men know how to get what they want."* Javed had been more direct: *"You’ve got to keep an eye on her. Trust me, if a guy at work starts paying her too much attention, she might not even realize when things start to change."* 

Their words haunted him, especially now that Afrah seemed... different. Was she? Or was he just overthinking everything?

### **Texting with Afrah:**
Sohail stared at his phone, fingers hovering over the keyboard. He decided to bring it up, to test the waters without sounding too controlling.

- **Sohail:** *"I noticed you’ve been posting a lot of pictures on Instagram lately. Maybe it’s better to keep some things private?"*

His heart pounded as he waited for her response. He wasn’t being unreasonable, was he? It’s just concern. That’s all.

- **Afrah:** *"Oh, so you don’t like my posts? I thought you always supported me."*

Sohail winced. He hadn’t expected that response. She was turning this on him already.

- **Sohail:** *"No, I do, but I just think—"*
- **Afrah:** *"What, you think I’m showing too much skin? Or is it because of the people who might see it? Should I just stay off social media entirely?"*

Her words stung, leaving him flustered. He didn’t want her to think he was trying to control her, but that’s exactly how she was making him feel. Was he wrong to say anything at all?

He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to regain some ground. But every response from Afrah just twisted the knife deeper, making him feel like the unreasonable one. He could almost hear Javed’s voice in his head, *"She’ll make you feel guilty if you push too much. That’s how they get you to back down."*


When they met for their next date, Sohail tried to broach the subject again, more carefully this time. He didn’t want to make a big deal of it, just… mention it.

- **Sohail:** *"I was thinking, you know, it’s good to have boundaries with people at work, especially the guys."*

He watched her closely, hoping she’d understand. But Afrah’s expression shifted. Her eyebrow arched, and Sohail’s stomach dropped.

- **Afrah:** *"Boundaries? Are you implying that I don’t know how to keep things professional?"*

His pulse quickened. He hadn’t meant it like that, but now he was backpedaling. Fast.

- **Sohail:** *"No, no, that’s not what I meant. I just… care about you."*

- **Afrah:** *"Care about me, or you don’t trust me?"*

The air between them felt heavier. Sohail opened his mouth, but no words came out. He felt trapped, his carefully constructed plan to sound reasonable slipping through his fingers. Every move he made to guide the conversation, Afrah expertly deflected. It was like she was the one pulling the strings, not him. She was too sharp for this, and she knew exactly what he was trying to do.


Afrah’s words circled him like vultures, picking apart his every insecurity. When had she gotten so good at this? He thought back to their earlier conversations, to how she’d always been so sweet, so understanding. Now, she was cutting through his concerns, making him question whether he was the one being irrational.

- **Afrah:** *"Why are you so paranoid? You think I’m going to cheat on you just because I have male coworkers?"*

- **Sohail:** *"No, it’s not that…"*

But it was. Wasn’t it?

Afrah pressed further, her smirk like a silent victory.

- **Afrah:** *"Or is this about you? Are you the one who’s insecure, Sohail? Are your friends filling your head with this nonsense?"*

He felt the ground crumble beneath him. His confidence, whatever little he had when he started this conversation, was gone. She was turning it around on him so easily, making him feel ridiculous for even bringing it up. His throat was dry, and he suddenly hated the fact that he couldn’t find the right words to defend himself.


By the end of their conversation, Sohail was apologizing for things he hadn’t even intended to apologize for. He was left fumbling for explanations, trying to convince himself that he wasn’t being paranoid. But the truth was, Afrah had completely outmaneuvered him.

- **Sohail:** (sighing) *"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it seem like I don’t trust you."*

- **Afrah:** (calmly, with that same slight smile) *"I know, Sohail. It’s okay. But you should learn to trust me more. We’re in this together, right?"*

Her words were comforting on the surface, but deep down, they felt hollow. Sohail’s grip on the conversation had slipped entirely, and he knew it. As they wrapped up their date, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Afrah had won, that she’d played him perfectly. The power dynamic between them had shifted, and once again, he was left confused, frustrated, and more paranoid than ever.

As they said their goodbyes, Sohail replayed the evening over and over in his mind. Had he been too harsh? Too weak? Was he imagining things, or was Afrah actually hiding something? He didn’t know anymore.

In his car, on the drive home, Ali’s voice echoed in his mind: *"Don’t let her get the upper hand, man. If you do, you’ll never get it back."* But it was too late. He’d lost it—lost control of the conversation, of his confidence, of everything. And Afrah knew it.


### **Afrah’s POV:**

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Afrah let out a frustrated sigh. Sohail’s subtle attempts to control her had stirred something in her—an anger that she couldn’t shake. How dare he accuse her, question her integrity? It was infuriating and, frankly, beneath their relationship. She had spent the evening stewing over his behavior, trying to calm the growing storm of irritation within her.
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But just as she was about to dive back into her thoughts, a notification pinged on her phone. She picked it up and saw a message from Vishal. Her anger momentarily forgotten, she felt her lips curl into a smile.

- **Vishal:** *“Hi sexy”*

Her cheeks flushed with a mix of surprise and pleasure. Vishal’s boldness always managed to catch her off guard, and tonight was no different. She was still fuming from her argument with Sohail, but Vishal’s casual, flirtatious message was a welcome distraction.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

She started typing a response, but the playful tone of his greeting made her pause. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, and she couldn’t help but smirk as she typed:

- **Afrah:** *“Again, that’s not how you greet your colleagues, Mr. Vishal.”*

She hit send, her mind already racing with what might follow. The conversation soon took a playful turn, each message adding fuel to the fire of their flirtation.

**Vishal:** *“Oh, come on. I thought we were past the formalities. Besides, I can’t help but notice how stunning you looked today.”*

Afrah felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. She leaned back on her bed, her heart pounding. Vishal’s messages always had a way of making her feel both wanted and thrilled. She decided to tease him a bit more:

- **Afrah:** *“Stunning, huh? Are you sure you’re not just trying to butter me up?”*

**Vishal:** *“Maybe a little. But you know, I have a thing for how you look when you blush. It’s almost as irresistible as your smile.”*

She blushed again, her fingers dancing over the screen as she responded. The tension was electric, and she couldn’t help but get caught up in the moment.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

- **Afrah:** *“Is that so? And what if I’m wearing something that’s a bit... risqué? How would that make you feel?”*

**Vishal:** *“Now you’re talking my language. I’d imagine it would make things very interesting. In fact, I’d love to see what you’re wearing right now.”*

The conversation quickly turned spicy. Afrah hesitated for a moment, her thoughts racing. She knew Vishal’s attention was always intense, and tonight, it seemed even more so. With a mischievous grin, she decided to give him a taste of what he was asking for.

She sent him a picture—a close-up shot that highlighted her lips, slightly parted, with a hint of gloss. The image was intimate but not overly explicit, designed to tease rather than reveal. The angle accentuated her curves subtly, focusing on her expression more than anything else.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

**Vishal’s Response:**

His reply came almost instantly, filled with a raw, unapologetic edge:

- **Vishal:** *“Wow. That’s... beyond tempting. Those lips of yours look like they could drive anyone wild. I can’t stop imagining what it would be like to kiss them. You’re making it really hard for me to focus on anything else.”*

Afrah felt a rush of heat at his words, a mixture of thrill and satisfaction. She could almost feel Vishal’s gaze on her, his words creating an intense visual in her mind. She had always enjoyed the way Vishal made her feel desirable and wanted, and tonight was no different.
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As she typed her reply, she knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t help herself. The allure of his attention was too tempting.

- **Afrah:** *“You’re quite the charmer, Vishal. But remember, you’re not the only one who knows how to tease. Maybe I’ll keep you guessing for a while longer.”*

With a playful smirk, she hit send. The flirtatious banter continued, each message adding to the electric tension between them. In the midst of her frustration with Sohail, Vishal’s bold and seductive messages provided a welcome escape, a way to channel her emotions into something far more exhilarating.





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**Vishal:** *"You know, I think you should try posting a thirst trap sometime. Imagine that saree, but just a little more daring—showing off your navel and that gorgeous cleavage. It would drive everyone wild."*

**Afrah:** *"Oh really? And here I thought you liked me for my modesty. Pervert."*

**Vishal:** *"I know you’re a good girl, but even good girls have their secrets. If I were in your room right now, I’d show you how to be a bit less modest and a lot more adventurous."*

**Afrah:** *"And how exactly would you do that?"* *(Her heart races a bit at the boldness of his suggestion.)*

**Vishal:** *"I’d start by teasing you until you’re completely flustered, then make sure you’re too curious to resist. We’d explore every temptation you’ve been hiding, and you’d end up craving more. All while I’m right there making sure you’re enjoying every moment."*

**Afrah:** *"That sounds like quite the experienc
e. But for now, I’ll stick to being the good girl you love to tease."*

**Vishal:** *"Oh, I’m counting on you to keep me intrigued. And don’t think I’m done with you yet—I’ve got plenty more tricks up my sleeve."*

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[Zoz34]

Vishal leaned back in his chair, his mind drifting to the stark contrast between the two versions of Afrah. The Afrah in real life was composed, sharp-tongued in her banter but modest and careful. The online Afrah, however, was a different beast. Bold, teasing, and flirtatious. She knew exactly how to string him along with her subtle provocations. It was the thrill of that difference that excited him more than anything. He had met plenty of women who wore their desires on their sleeve, but Afrah—she hid hers behind an innocent facade.

He hadn't expected her to send that image the other night. It caught him completely off guard, but oh, what a sight it was. She had claimed it was nothing, just her in her pajamas, but the way her shirt clung to her body said otherwise. The swell of her breasts, the way her curves were highlighted, and that look on her face—seductive without even trying. He’d been idly rubbing his bulge as they chatted, her teasing getting under his skin as usual, but when that picture popped up, it was too much. He couldn’t resist. Freeing himself from his pants, his large member throbbing in his hand, he had stroked himself while staring at the image, fantasizing about what it would be like to have her in front of him.

Now, as he thought back to that moment, the present-day Afrah was a different kind of challenge. There was something hidden beneath her calm and composed exterior. A vixen, a woman who could match his intensity but was just waiting to be coaxed out. He was sure of it. Most men would only see the modest, professional facade she put on, but Vishal had glimpsed what lay beneath. He knew there was more, and he was determined to bring it out. It wouldn’t be easy, not like his other conquests, but that’s exactly what made it so enticing. The thought of being the one to unlock that side of her, to see her unravel under his touch, was intoxicating.

He smiled to himself, knowing he had to play this game carefully. Afrah wouldn’t be won over by the same tactics he had used on others. But the reward… once he finally got her to cross that line, once he had her in the way he wanted, it would be amazing. He relished the idea of seeing that shy facade melt away, exposing the vixen underneath, begging for more.

For now, he would wait. He would tease, push, and flirt, biding his time until the moment she couldn’t resist him anymore. Vishal’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. This was going to be fun.


As Vishal was lost in his thoughts about Afrah, his phone buzzed. A message from Tanya, the married Bengali woman he had seduced. He smirked to himself. Tanya was easy, almost too easy, compared to the puzzle that was Afrah. 

He leaned back, remembering the night of the party where it all started. It had been a casual corporate event, nothing too extravagant, but enough alcohol had flowed to loosen everyone up. Tanya had caught his eye early in the night, her sultry looks and the way she carried herself in her elegant saree. . Her caramel-colored saree had clung to her in all the right places, and her subtle glances in his direction had given him all the cues he needed. 

The seduction hadn’t been difficult. She was clearly bored in her marriage, craving excitement and attention. He knew just how to play into that—his charm, his confidence, the way he made her feel desired without saying too much. Tanya had practically melted into his hands that night, laughing at his jokes, lingering a little too long when they talked. He had known the moment their eyes met across the room that she was his for the taking.

Later, as the party wound down, he had found her on the balcony, slightly tipsy and more open than before. Their conversation had turned flirty quickly, and it hadn’t taken long for his hand to brush against hers, then her waist. Tanya hadn’t resisted; in fact, she had leaned into it, her breath quickening as he whispered in her ear. By the end of the night, she was giving him her number, her lips parting in a seductive smile as she promised they’d "continue this later."

And they had. Tanya had been easy to lure into an affair, too consumed by her own dissatisfaction to see past the thrill of the moment. Vishal’s charm had worked on her effortlessly, and now she was constantly messaging him, craving the attention and passion her marriage lacked.

As he glanced at her latest message, Vishal couldn’t help but compare her to Afrah. Tanya had been a quick conquest, but Afrah was different. She wasn’t as easily swayed, which made her all the more enticing. While Tanya would be at his beck and call with just a simple text, Afrah still played coy, keeping him on his toes.

Vishal smiled to himself, switching back to the conversation with Tanya. For now, he’d indulge her, but his mind was still on the challenge of cracking the guarded shell of Afrah. Tanya may have been an easy victory, but Afrah would be his ultimate prize.

[Zoz34]

Tanya’s POV:

In the quiet of her opulent apartment, Tanya waited eagerly for Vishal to arrive. The space around her was luxuriously furnished, yet tonight it felt oddly cold without her husband, who was away on a business trip for the next two days. The absence of his presence had made the anticipation of Vishal's visit all the more intense.

She couldn't help but blush as her mind wandered to thoughts of her lover. Her fantasies were vivid and intoxicating—Vishal, with his undeniable magnetism, taking control of her, ravishing her in their special places. The image of him in her marital bed, the same one that had seen countless mundane nights, now being transformed into a playground for their forbidden pleasures, filled her with a deep sense of excitement.

It was surreal how easily she had been seduced by Vishal about a month ago. The memory of that night was still fresh in her mind. The party had been an ordinary affair, but Vishal had turned it into a night she would never forget. His initial approach was smooth, his charm irresistible. She had been drawn to him, captivated by his confidence and the way he made her feel special and desired.

Tanya remembered how he had navigated the evening with a mix of subtle flirtation and bold advances. It wasn’t long before he had cornered her on the balcony, their conversation shifting from casual to intensely personal. His touch, though tentative at first, had quickly turned into something far more passionate. The way he had looked at her, the way he spoke to her—every word and gesture had been calculated to seduce.

As the party wound down, Vishal had whispered things in her ear that made her heart race and her body respond eagerly. By the end of the night, she had found herself giving in to his advances, her desires and frustrations with her own marriage bubbling to the surface. Vishal had been a master of seduction, exploiting her need for excitement and validation.

Tonight, she was eager to relive that magic. With her husband away, the apartment was her playground, and Vishal was her awaited guest. As she adjusted her attire and prepared the space for their meeting, she felt a thrill of anticipation. The memory of their previous encounters had set the stage for what she hoped would be another night of unbridled passion and escapism.


Blast of the past:

At the party, Vishal’s eyes lingered on Tanya as soon as she entered. The seductive allure of her saree immediately captivated him, drawing his attention away from the rest of the room.  " />Newly married, she played the part of a doting wife, but her eyes told a different story—one of restlessness and longing for more. Her husband, an average man with a slightly soft physique, chatted aimlessly, unaware of the magnetic energy between his wife and the man standing across the room.

As Tanya sipped her drink, scanning the room, Vishal smirked to himself. She wasn’t content, and he knew it. It was time to make his move.

**Vishal**: (Noticing Tanya across the room, his gaze lingering appreciatively as he takes in the seductive allure of her saree) "You know, this saree is exquisite, but it’s not just the fabric that’s captivating me tonight."

Tanya's saree clung to her body like a second skin, a luxurious, silk fabric that shimmered under the party lights. The saree, in a deep, seductive shade of crimson, was dbangd in a way that accentuated every curve of her figure. The material flowed elegantly around her, pooling slightly at her feet, but it was the way the fabric was gathered and pinned that drew attention.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

The blouse was cut daringly low, with a plunging neckline that revealed a generous expanse of her cleavage, hinting at the softness beneath. Her midriff was left tantalizingly exposed by the saree's design. The fabric was pulled taut across her abdomen, the midriff showcasing her toned, flat stomach. Her navel, perfectly centered and adorned with a delicate gem, was an inviting focal point. It peeked out enticingly, accentuated by the thin, transparent fabric that dbangd over it, leaving just enough to the imagination.

As she moved, the saree shifted, the sheer, almost translucent fabric revealing glimpses of her smooth skin beneath. Each step caused the fabric to cling tighter, accentuating the curve of her hips and the flare of her waist. The saree’s intricate embroidery, done in gold thread, traced delicate patterns that seemed to highlight the contours of her body. The way it wrapped around her, leaving her navel exposed and framed by the flowing material, made her look both sophisticated and provocatively alluring.

The overall effect was a mesmerizing combination of elegance and seduction, leaving no doubt that Tanya was a woman who commanded attention, her attire a tantalizing promise of the adventurous spirit within.


**Tanya**: (With a playful smile, she saunters closer, her hips swaying provocatively) "Oh? And what, pray tell, has your attention, Mr. Vishal?"

**Vishal**: (His eyes darkening with desire, his voice a low purr) "It’s the way you’re wearing it. The way it dbangs over your curves and accentuates every enticing inch of you. The way you move... it’s like the saree was designed to highlight the most seductive parts of you."[img]<a href=[/img]" />

**Tanya**: (Tilting her head slightly, her gaze locked with his as she places a hand on her exposed midriff) "Is that so? You’re making me blush. But I must say, it’s quite a compliment coming from you."

**Vishal**: (Moving a step closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper) "Oh, it’s more than just a compliment. It’s admiration. The way the fabric clings to your skin, leaving just enough to the imagination… it’s irresistible. And that exposed midriff, with just a hint of your soft curves, makes me want to explore every inch."

**Tanya**: (A soft, sultry laugh escapes her lips as she feels his eyes roaming over her) "You do have a way with words. But tell me, what exactly are you imagining right now?"

**Vishal**: (Leaning in, his breath warm against her ear) "I’m imagining how it would feel to trace the lines of that saree with my fingers, to see how you’d react as I explore those tempting curves. You’ve turned this elegant attire into something utterly provocative."

**Tanya**: (Her breath hitching slightly, a seductive glint in her eye) "Well, if I’m turning heads, I must be doing something right. And if I’m making you imagine things, I suppose that’s an added bonus."

**Vishal**: (His hand brushing lightly against her arm, his touch lingering) "Oh, you’re definitely doing something right. And believe me, it’s making it hard to focus on anything but the way you’re making me feel."

**Tanya**: (Biting her lip playfully) "Then maybe you should join me for a private conversation. Who knows what other temptations we might discover?"

**Vishal**: (Smiling wickedly) "I’d like that very much."

As their conversation continued, the tension between them grew palpable. Tanya, though married, couldn’t deny the thrill Vishal ignited in her. She felt alive in a way she hadn’t for a long time, and that feeling was intoxicating. The party buzzed around them, but for a moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the room.

**Vishal**: (His gaze intensifying) "You know, you stand out here."

**Tanya**: (Feigning surprise, but intrigued) "Excuse me?"

**Vishal**: (His voice low, deliberate) "In a room full of people who seem satisfied with the ordinary, you seem like someone who's looking for more."

**Tanya**: (A playful smile creeping onto her face) "And you think you can read me, just like that?"

**Vishal**: (Chuckling softly) "It’s not hard to see. The way you’ve been scanning the room all night, not really engaging. Even with your husband nearby, it’s clear something’s missing." (He leans in, his voice barely above a whisper) "Tell me, when’s the last time you felt... truly alive?"

**Tanya**: (Her heart racing at the boldness of his words, she sips her drink, trying to stay composed) "That’s a dangerous question to ask a married woman."

**Vishal**: (Smirking, his eyes darkening) "Dangerous? Or exciting? Sometimes the two go hand in hand."

**Tanya**: (Her breath catches, but she recovers quickly) "You’re assuming too much."

**Vishal**: (His grin widening, teasing) "Am I? Or am I just saying what you’ve been thinking?" (His hand brushes lightly against her arm, sending a shiver through her) "I can tell you’re not the type to settle... not for an ordinary life, not for an ordinary man."

**Tanya**: (Her pulse quickening as she feels the chemistry between them growing) "And what makes you think you’re extraordinary?"

**Vishal**: (Leaning closer, his breath warm against her skin) "I don’t have to think. I know." (His eyes locked with hers) "But the question is... how long are you going to pretend you don’t want something more?"

**Tanya**: (Feeling her resolve weakening, her voice lowering as the tension builds) "And if I did?"

**Vishal**: (Smiling wickedly, his fingers grazing her waist lightly) "Then you’d find out just how adventurous life can get when you’re with the right person." (He whispers) "Come with me."

**Tanya**: (Torn between the thrill of temptation and the voice of caution, her body reacting to his nearness) "I... I can’t."

**Vishal**: (Not backing down, he steps even closer, his presence intoxicating) "You can’t... or you’re afraid you’ll like it too much?"

**Tanya**: (Hesitating, biting her lip as his words sink in. She knows he’s right, and the temptation is growing too strong to ignore.)

**Vishal**: (With a smile that sends a thrill through her) "You don’t have to decide tonight. But we both know this isn’t over." (His fingers linger on her waist before he pulls away, leaving her breathless) "Think about it, Tanya."

As Vishal walked away, Tanya’s pulse raced. She knew that he had planted a seed of temptation, one she couldn’t shake off so easily. The adventurous side of her, the side her husband had never truly awakened, stirred to life.


Later in the evening, as the party buzzed with laughter and conversation, Tanya found herself standing beside her husband, a glass of wine in her hand. He was his usual self—friendly but a little too oblivious for her liking, especially tonight. She was still reeling from her earlier exchange with Vishal, her body humming with a lingering excitement that refused to fade.

Just as she took a sip from her glass, her husband nudged her arm, causing her to glance up.

**Husband**: (Grinning cluelessly) "Tanya, I want you to meet someone. This is Vishal, one of the sharpest guys in the room. We were just talking business, but you know how it goes."

Vishal appeared, all confidence and charm, his eyes immediately locking onto Tanya's. His expression was unreadable to anyone else, but to her, the tension was unmistakable. He didn’t flinch, his gaze sweeping over her once again, appreciating every seductive curve of her saree. He made no effort to hide it, his eyes lingering on the dip of her exposed midriff before meeting hers with a knowing smirk. 

**Vishal**: (His voice smooth, a hint of mischief in his tone) "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tanya. Your husband’s told me a lot about you."

**Tanya**: (Her heart fluttering, but she maintains her composure, smiling coyly) "All good things, I hope."[img]<a href=[/img]" />

**Vishal**: (His gaze lingering a bit too long, voice low) "Oh, only the best. But seeing you now, I think he left out a few important details."

Her husband laughed, completely missing the undercurrent between them.

**Husband**: (Chuckling, oblivious) "Vishal’s quite the charmer, huh? But hey, he’s right. She’s something else, isn’t she?"

Tanya resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her husband’s obliviousness. He had no idea. No idea that Vishal's gaze wasn’t one of casual admiration, but of raw desire. His eyes were devouring her, and the more her husband prattled on, the more emboldened Vishal became. Tanya felt the air between them crackling, a silent conversation passing between them with each stolen glance.

**Vishal**: (His eyes dark with intent, his voice smooth) "He’s right. You’re... captivating."

Tanya’s breath hitched slightly. Her husband, once again, was too caught up in his own world to notice the way Vishal’s eyes raked over her, pausing just briefly on the soft curve of her waist, the exposed sliver of skin between her saree and blouse. She felt a heat rising in her, a familiar pull towards Vishal's boldness. Every second in his presence was an electric tease.

Her husband, none the wiser, patted Vishal on the shoulder and excused himself to grab another drink. Tanya and Vishal were left alone, the tension now palpable.

**Tanya**: (Her voice soft, teasing) "You’re being awfully bold tonight."

**Vishal**: (Stepping closer, his voice a low rumble) "Bold? I’d call it honest. And I can tell you like it."

**Tanya**: (Smirking, her heart racing at his proximity) "And what if I do?"

**Vishal**: (His fingers grazing the small of her back, his touch sending shivers through her) "Then you know exactly where this is headed."

Her body reacted instinctively, drawn to his touch, to his confidence, to the way he made her feel alive. The heat of his fingers against her bare skin felt like fire, igniting something deep within her. Her mind raced, but her body was already betraying her desires. She glanced around briefly to make sure her husband was still out of sight before turning back to Vishal.

**Tanya**: (Her voice barely above a whisper, lips curving into a wicked smile) "You’re trouble."

**Vishal**: (Leaning in, his lips just inches from her ear, his breath warm against her skin) "Only the kind you’ve been craving."

She bit her lip, her pulse quickening as his words sunk in. Vishal was dangerous, and yet, every inch of her body was drawn to him. The way he touched her, the way his eyes burned with desire, the way he made her feel seen in a way her husband never could—it was intoxicating. 

**Vishal**: (His fingers trailing lightly along her waist, the slightest touch enough to send a jolt through her) "You’re even more beautiful up close."

Tanya felt herself leaning into his touch, every nerve in her body on high alert. She knew this was dangerous, but she couldn't pull away. Vishal was right—this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. And as she stood there, her husband still completely unaware, she realized she didn’t want it to be.




As more people joined the group, the conversation became livelier, and Tanya’s husband, as usual, engaged himself with enthusiasm. Tanya, however, was no longer interested in the mundane chatter. Her mind was on Vishal—his boldness, the way he had looked at her as if she were the only woman in the room, his touch still burning on her skin. She could feel his eyes on her even amidst the crowd.

With a sly smile, she leaned into her husband, brushing her hand lightly on his arm.

**Tanya**: (In a soft, almost dismissive tone) "I need to go to the washroom. I’ll be back in a few."

Her husband nodded absently, too caught up in the conversation to notice her wandering thoughts or the glances exchanged between her and Vishal. She excused herself politely from the group, but as she turned, she allowed her eyes to linger on Vishal. The intensity of her gaze wasn’t lost on him.

She didn’t say a word, but her look spoke volumes. It was a challenge—a deliberate, calculated dare. Her lips curled into a knowing smile as her eyes locked with his, silently telling him to follow her, to take the bait. It was a game now, one she was fully immersed in, and she was inviting him to play.

As she walked away, her hips swayed provocatively, the saree clinging to her curves in a way that felt almost intentional. [img]<a href=[/img]" /> Each step was slow, deliberate, as if she knew exactly what she was doing. She could feel his gaze burning into her back, following her every move.

She reached the hallway leading to the restrooms, glancing back over her shoulder, her eyes locking with Vishal’s from across the room. Her pulse quickened, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. He hadn’t moved yet, but she could see it in his eyes—the temptation, the desire. She was daring him to follow, daring him to take this further.

And she knew, without a doubt, that he would.


As Tanya made her way back from the washroom, her pulse still racing from the thrill of their silent exchange, she barely had time to react when a strong hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. Before she could gasp, she was pulled into a dark, secluded corner of the hallway where the noise of the party seemed distant, almost forgotten. 

The space was dimly lit, just enough for her to see the unmistakable figure of Vishal standing in front of her, his eyes burning with desire. There was no hesitation. He pushed her gently against the wall, his body pressed against hers, his breath hot on her skin. [img]<a href=[/img]" />

Without a word, his lips crashed onto hers, the kiss intense and urgent. The wet sound of their lips meeting filled the air, mingling with the heavy breaths they both struggled to contain. His hands roamed over her body, fingers gripping her waist, pulling her closer, as if the earlier tension had finally erupted into this moment. 

Tanya’s heart raced, her body responding instinctively. She could taste the heat of his desire in every kiss, in the way his mouth moved against hers, insistent and hungry. She let out a soft moan, her arms wrapping around his neck, losing herself in the heat of the moment.

The hallway around them disappeared; it was just the two of them, locked in a passionate embrace, their bodies pressed together in the dark, forbidden corner. The kiss deepened, the wet sounds echoing in the stillness, as their hands explored one another in a way neither had dared to earlier.


As Vishal's hands roamed over her body, they moved with a sense of urgency and purpose. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, then traveled lower, gripping her hips as he pressed her even closer. Tanya could feel the heat of his touch through the delicate fabric of her saree, sending shivers down her spine.

Her own hands, now emboldened by the intensity of the moment, slid up his chest, feeling the strength beneath his shirt. She grasped at him, pulling him closer as her fingers explored his toned muscles, her body craving the contact as much as her mind warned against it.

As their bodies pressed together, she suddenly became aware of something hard against her stomach. She felt Vishal's arousal, unmistakable and growing. The bulge pressed firmly into her, and the realization made her breath hitch, her body reacting to the knowledge of his desire for her.

It felt large, insistent, and sent a wave of excitement coursing through her. Their kisses became even more heated, her hands instinctively sliding down his chest toward his waist as she felt his body tense against hers. The tension, the temptation, the undeniable chemistry—it all spiraled into something electrifying as she allowed herself to sink deeper into the moment, her mind consumed by the feel of him, the size of him pressing into her, making it harder to resist.



Tanya, emboldened by the earlier encounter, led Vishal through the quieter 
Tanya, emboldened by the earlier encounter, led Vishal through the quieter parts of the venue, her eyes darting back occasionally to meet his, a knowing smile playing on her lips. They moved past the noise of the party, slipping into a secluded corner where no one would think to look. The tension between them had reached its breaking point, and she could feel his presence right behind her, his desire palpable.


She leaned against the wall, her saree slightly disheveled from the hurried pace, her midriff exposed more than before. Vishal’s hands, strong and deliberate, immediately found her waist. His fingers traced the soft skin of her midriff, slowly exploring the exposed flesh. His touch was firm yet gentle, sending shivers down her spine. He moved closer, his breath warm against her neck, his lips brushing her ear as his hands roamed over the delicate curves of her body.

Tanya let out a soft sigh, her body responding to his every movement. His fingers pressed lightly into her waist, teasing her, feeling the warmth of her skin under his hands. He was intoxicated by the softness of her midriff, his thumb gently brushing the small curve of her belly. The connection between them grew with each passing second, the quiet, hidden space amplifying the intensity of the moment.

She let him explore, her own hands running through his hair as she bit her lip, enjoying every second of this forbidden pleasure. The air around them felt heavy with desire, their world shrinking to just the two of them in that private, far more secluded place where no one else existed.


As Vishal’s hands continued to explore her midriff, their lips met again, this time with even more intensity. The kiss was deep, passionate, and filled with the kind of hunger that had been building between them all evening. Their mouths moved together, tongues teasing and tasting, the wet sounds of their kiss filling the secluded space. Tanya’s fingers curled around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as she pressed herself against him.

But then, breaking the kiss, she pulled back slightly, her breath heavy, her eyes dark and filled with desire. Without a word, she slowly sank to her knees in front of him, her gaze never leaving his. There was a confidence in her movements, a knowing smirk on her lips as she looked up at him, teasing him with her eyes as she ran her hands down his thighs. 

Vishal’s breath hitched, his body responding instantly to the shift in power. Tanya, still on her knees, looked up at him with a look that was both seductive and commanding, her hands exploring as she took control of the moment, making it clear that she was no longer just being led—she was now leading the way into forbidden territory.


“Now,” he starts, pulling me out of the trance I’m in, “on your knees.” His words hit me hard, the tone of his voice leaving no room for a snappy comeback. . “Good,” he whispers, and Tanya reach for him with both my hands, moving almost unconsciously. She  feel the leather on his belt, and  start unbuckling it, the metallic clink of the buckle sliding off sending a shiver up my spine. Her eyes widen as she see his cock straining against his boxer briefs, and she bite of her bottom lip, anxiety kicking in like the sting from a wasp. She want to pull his boxers down, to see his cock in all its glory… But first she flatten the palm of my hand against the shape of his cock, her eyelids drooping as she feel it throbbing against her. Then, Vishal lays both his hands on her head and she can’t help myself, she hook her fingers on his boxer briefs and pull them down. His cock springs free, slapping the back of her hand as it goes up. Moving as fast as she can, she reach for it and grab him, first with just one hand, then with two. His cock isn’t big or huge… it’s massive, and it looks even more so with her small fingers wrapped around it. “Like what you see?” he asks her, but I don’t even dare to look up at him. No, he’d see all the desire flickering in her eyes, the burning need to feel his gigantic cock inside of her… And she don’t want him to see how much she need it right now. She  don’t want to hand him all control on a silver plate. If he wants that, he’s going to have to fight for it. Tanya don’t give handouts. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” she tell him, finally looking up to meet his gaze. He grins at my words, his eyes narrow- ing into slits as he tangles his fingers in her hair. “You’re a terrible liar, Tanya,” he whispers, and she realize that she is not going to fool him. And why would she even try? “I try, though.” With that, she start moving both her hands back and forth over his shaft, stroking him with soft movements. She let her eyes fall down to his cock once more, and her heart starts to gallop as she look at every inch of his manliness, her  fingers wrapped tight around it. Forget about her  pussy; she was not even sure if she can fit him inside her mouth. But she is  more than willing to try, that’s for sure. Leaning in, she part her lips and flick her tongue at his cock. She move her tongue in circles, running it around the tip of his cock as she let  his manly flavor inundate her. She close her  eyes and, before she even know what she was  doing, her lips are on his cock. She  part them slowly, rolling them down Vishal’s cock until his tip is inside her mouth, his precum coating her tongue. Right now, her pussy is so wet that she feels her own fluids dripping down her inner thighs, and she is just using her mouth on him! She don’t even remember when the last time was that she felt this insane when going down on a guy… Maybe when she lost my virginity? Even so, she doubt it; she is not the kind of girl that gets carried away by every little thing. 

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She go further down, opening her mouth so wide that she feel her jaw tensing up, Vishal’s shaft sliding down her tongue inch by slow inch. She only open her eyes when she think that I can’t go any further, and she realize that  still a long way from having all of him inside her mouth. And that… Well, that just can’t be. She  going to show him that he has never met a woman like her, whatever it takes. She look up and, the moment their gaze meets, she start pushing her head down and forcing his cock inside of her .
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 This time, she only stop when she feel his cock pressing against the back of her  throat and her lips brushing over the skin at the base of his cock. He groans slightly, a subtle grin on his lips as he watches her slide back out. Refusing to look
away from him, she go down once more, except this time I don’t go slowly.  He grits his teeth and, as he shuts his eyes, that’s when she look away. She close her own eyes, and start to bob her head back and forth as fast as she can. Her hands are still on his shaft and, as she suck on him, I keep on stroking him at the same time. Her mouth and her movements are working in tandem, and she can already feel him breathing hard; when she look up at him, he has his head thrown back, his eyes still closed. “Fuck,” he groans, and the bong lady smile. Well, she would smile if she didn’t have a cock as large as his inside of her mouth right now. Still, she take my hands off of his shaft and, resting them on his waist, she push his pants and boxer briefs down, sending them to his ankles. Her fingers slide up his legs and over the curve of his ass, and she can’t help but squeeze, his hard cheeks feeling as hard as concrete under the open palm of her  hands. Her pussy clenches as she imagine him using these cheeks of his to piston hard into me, his gigantic cock impaling her. [img]<a href=[/img]" />

“You sure know how to use that tight mouth…” Vishal whispers, his eyes finally open as he looks down at her. “You haven’t seen anything,” she respond, taking his cock out of her mouth. She press her lips against the side of his shaft and then run them down until they brush against his balls. She cup them with one hand, feeling their weight (and, oh, they’re heavy) and then wrap her lips around the right one, sucking it into her mouth. It fills her mouth easily, and she push it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Wanting more, she open her mouth as wide as she can and suck the other one in. It was a pretty sight. Vishal’s huge balls inside her mouth. When she pop them out of her mouth, they jump out with a wet sound and then she back to his shaft, running her lips up his length until she wrap them around his cock once more. I resume my bobbing motion, working him with my mouth furiously, but he grabs me by the hair harshly and pushes me back, forcing his cock to pop out of my mouth.She again 

Now here she was begging for his hot thick seed! Vishal shoved his cock between her lips. "Suck that thing down your throat you horny bitch!"


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Tanga took him more deeply down her throat.

Vishal hungrily eyed the large heaving mounds on her chest being only obscured by her pallu.
He was ready to erupt!

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"Here's swallow it slut!" Vishal grunted between clenched teeth. He huffed like a real bull and gasped as his first spurt shot deep down the married woman's throat; it was followed by 2 more hot blasts, and then 2 more. She couldn't believe how much cum was suddenly in her esophagus; she tried to swallow but couldn't keep up as her mouth was soon filled with Vishal 's seed as his 7th and 8th spurts erupted.
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Vishal pulled out and instinctively tanya  licked frantically at the tip as he shot three more powerful streams into her waggling tongue and it splattered all over her face, lips, and chin. Meanwhile a river of cum poured out the side of her mouth, down her cheek and into her hair. He wiped his cock across her chin and raised it back up to her messy lips. Jenna attempted to lick and suck it off, but it was useless, her mouth was a cum-covered mess.


She washed her face after blowjob session ,and had some touch up ,when she joined her husband ,her dumb husband did not even notice any changed in her , she smiled to her self .

[a2011]

please update, it's a great story

[Samadhanam]

Going Gr8

[Paul5]

Great story but yaar Sohel ke friends ke saath chat gar jaroori daali gai lagti ha sirf Vishal afra Sohel ke saath story aage badhao Tanya ke saath bhi nahi sirf flirt dikhaao afra ke saamne bas jayada character ke saath story bikhar jaati ha good going slow and study rakho mazedaar rahega

[veeravaibhav]

Very nice update

[Paul5]

Update please

[Zoz34]

Great story but yaar Sohel ke friends ke saath chat gar jaroori daali gai lagti ha sirf Vishal afra Sohel ke saath story aage badhao Tanya ke saath bhi nahi sirf flirt dikhaao afra ke saamne bas jayada character ke saath story bikhar jaati ha good going slow and study rakho mazedaar rahega

Thnx for your feedback , I will consider it.

[Paul5]

Thnx for your feedback , I will consider it.

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